Date: Tue, 17 Jun 2003 13:31:07 +1100
From: Vostock 1
Subject: Wrestling Tournament Locker Room Adventures
The following is a work of fiction, it involves sexual acts between men and
teenagers, and should only be read by those who are legally entitled to do
so. Those who do not wish to read such material or those who are not
legally entitled to read such material should leave now. The author
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think.
The two day tournament at the sports center where I work out drew 300 high
school wrestlers from 3 adjacent states. Bleachers had been set up on the
indoor running track and wrestling mats now covered the four basketball
courts within the track's oval. The bleachers were packed with cheering fans
as a half-dozen wrestling matches went on simultaneously, half naked teenage
grapplers writhing like lovers across the sweat-slick mats. After a token
workout in the weight room, I watched some of the wrestling competition,
then headed for the locker room and showers, hoping to find both jammed with
naked wrestlers.
No such luck. Except for a chubby, retirement-aged man changing
extra-slowly into his clothes as he eyed a lone young wrestler who straddled
a nearby bench, rubbing an apparently injured ankle, the locker room was
deserted. The wrestler wore only a jockstrap, its meshed pouch bulging. His
satiny white skin, stretched tight over the muscles of his lissome body,
hadn't a hair or a blemish on it. His pecs and abs rippled as he massaged
his foot and his blue eyes, under a thick blond forelock that hung to his
lashes, darted a glance my way as I walked by him.
When the chubby grandpa saw me eyeing the wrestler, he scowled, as if to
warn me away, and he immediately began a conversation with the kid about his
hurt ankle. Able to take a hint, I stripped, grabbed my towel and shampoo,
and headed for the showers, from which came the sounds of running water and
laughter.
Two wrestlers showered together in a corner, the shower room's only
occupants. The shorter of the two boys was slender and dark-haired, no
doubt in one of the lighter weight classes. His taller buddy, a blond
Adonis, locked older, about 18, and he was built like Hercules, and hung
like a horse. The smaller guy rarely took his eyes off the larger teen's
hard muscular body, definitely there was some hero worship going on.
I adjusted the spray of a shower near them, ready to spend the entire day
gazing upon naked young flesh if I could. The boys glanced at me when I
first came in, but now ignored me, lost in their own private world of talk
and laughter as the water washed over them. Each boy tried to pinch up
some fat on his drumskin-tight abdomen, but without luck. Neither had an
ounce of fat on him. As I watched and listened, my uncut eight incher swung
up and stood straight out, pulsing with every beat of my heart. I turned so
that they could not see my hard-on, I didn't want to scare them away before
I had a really good look at these beauties.
I had been discreetly watching the two wrestlers for about 5 minutes, when I
started to let my mind drift and just relaxed under the warm spray of water.
As I did, I momentarily forgot about trying to hide my erection from the
teens, and the smaller one spotted it immediately. He whispered to his
buddy, and they both got a good look before I could turn away from them.
After this mishap, they kept glancing my way, and commenced whispering and
giggling amongst themselves.
The muscular blond wrestler swaggered toward me, a big smirk on his face,
his long fat cock swinging and slapping against his thighs, and he asked if
he could borrow my shampoo. As he took the shampoo, he wasn't shy about
leaning around to get a look at my hardon. "Thanks, Bud" he said,
swaggering away with a big grin on his face.
As the wrestlers shampooed their hair, they continued to watch me and
whispered to each other. After they rinsed off, the big blond loudly
announced that he had to use the toilet, and he would be back in 5 or 10
minutes. The blond had no sooner swaggered out of the showers than his
little buddy appeared at my side and handed me back my shampoo. He stood
there staring at me with a silly grin on his face, then he pointed to his
groin and said, "Come and get it." With that his cock began to rise and it
soon was pointing upward, a perfect young stud-cock.
I started to tremble and I turned fully towards him. He kept holding up the
shampoo bottle, but his eyes focused on my throbbing cock, which was so hard
that the foreskin had peeled back off the knob. He nodded towards the door
and said "My buddy Kevin will watch the door, he tell us if any one is
coming" Although I was aware of the danger, I couldn't help myself, and
within seconds I was on my knees and sliding my lips down around the shaft
of his young meat. The extreme hardness of his cock thrilled me. I've
sucked more young dick than I can ever hope to remember, I'm always
surprised upon tasting a new one at how incredibly hard a young cock can
get.
The wrestler fell back against the tiled wall, panting and moaning as warm
water sprayed down us and his stiff cock slid against my churning tongue and
in and out of my mouth. He had a slender six-inch cock, velvety smooth, and
so hot it nearly burned my lips. It quivered and flexed with each juicy
suck I gave it. I cupped his silky skinned ball-sac, gently squeezing his
plump nuts. "Wow, man" he sighed, "feels great!" His hands fell on my head
and he started fucking my mouth.
I slid my hand up and stroked his rippling abs, which were almost as hard as
his cock. He tossed his dark head from side to side and rolled his eyes as
he fucked my mouth. My spit trickled down his balls. I caressed his inner
thighs, then slid a hand under his crotch and my middle finger up and down
his asscrack. I fingered his pucker and worked my finger up his tight
little asshole. He gasped, trembled, and within seconds he was shooting cum
down my throat.
His spunk was like sweet hot milk. With every flex of his cock, a fresh
squirt splashed in my throat. I sucked the bucking teenage dick, savoring
the taste of his youthful nectar and gulping it greedily. When not another
drop would ooze out, he pushed my head away. I eased my finger out of his
asshole and was about to suck it clean when the other wrestler reappeared,
smirking at us wickedly.
"He did it," the dark-haired kid panted. "Fucking wow, man!"
"I told ya he would," said the blond, whose big cock was standing up, its
knob shiny and purplish. "Now he'll suck mine" he grabbed my head and
forced his cock down my throat.
I choked on his oversized fuckmeat, but that didn't stop him. Clutching my
head as if it were a female ass, he fucked my mouth as if it were a pussy,
all the muscles of his body working. If I hadn't sucked hundreds of
teenagers just as randy and aggressive over the years, I'd probably have
choked to death, but within seconds my experienced throat relaxed and he was
able to fuck as fast and hard as he wanted. I enjoyed his aggressive
fucking, it was great to see such a young stud, in his sexual prime, letting
loose and enjoying himself. Each thrust of his cock down my throat sent a
pulse of excitement through me that nearly brought me off. I didn't dare
touch my cock, knowing I'd cum instantly if I did.
He watched his gigantic cock plunging in and out of my mouth, and I watched
the expressions of lust and pleasure on his face. His cock was one of the
biggest I'd ever encountered, about 10 thick inches, and coupled with his
good looks and muscular body, it was one of the hottest encounters I'd ever
had. His cock swelled, nearly splitting with hardness, and gobs of his warm
pre-cum slid down my gullet. The gorgeous muscles of his torso writhed.
I moaned my appreciation, my tongue churning at the underside of his
plunging teen fucker. I rubbed his feet, his legs, his egg sized balls. I
reached up between his thighs and forced my middle finger, still moist from
the other teen's rectum, up his asshole. As I fingered-fucked him, he went
nuts.
"Jesus!" he gasped, humping my mouth in a frenzy, his ass wiggling. "Aww
fuck!' he roared as the hot cream burst into my throat. "Drink it" he
hugged my head and nearly crushed it, as he pumped a massive load down my
throat. It was more than I could handle, it overflowed my mouth and
dribbled down my chin.
When he finally let go, I sat back on my heels, panting. Inches from my
right cheek, the younger boy's fist jerked, his dickhead popping in and out
of it, his balls flapping below, his piss-slit gaping like a mouth. He
grunted and I turned my head just as his cock exploded, his hot white cream
shooting straight onto my face and into my open mouth. The jism came and
came, but finally he squeezed out the last of his fuckjuice. I licked his
cockhead clean, then his fist. Meanwhile, Blondie had been standing there,
arms folded across his chest, legs apart, like a Greek statue, watching the
festivities with a shit-eating grin on his face. Just then a voice roared
out from the entrance to shower room, "Kevin, Jeff, hurry up, everyone's
waiting!!" They both looked shocked, and Blondie (Kevin) shouted "We're
cuming Coach, we're cuming." They both giggled, did a quick rinse under
the showers and then strolled out of the shower room, their towels in front
of their half hard cocks. "Thanks dude" said Blondie, with a wink, "that
made the tournament worthwhile"
I turned the shower on cold and stood under the spray to cool off a bit. As
I zoned out and let my mind wander, I thought about the 2 studs I had just
serviced, the blond was one of the hottest studs I had ever encountered, and
I wanted more. I threw caution to the wind, and stalked out of the showers,
I wanted to get his name, maybe his phone number or e-mail, anything for a
repeat engagement. When I reached the locker room it was empty, my suck
buddies had left. I was pissed, they were no doubt back on the bus to their
home town, and after having dumped a big cumload down my throat they would
sleep like babies on the ride back. Tonight they'd be back home...would
they remember me and what we did today?
Just then the shaggy haired kid in the jockstrap that I'd seen before limped
back towards the lockers and plopped down on a bench. He lifted his foot
onto the bench and began to massage it. He idly glanced at me and asked
"Are you looking for your friends from Greenville?" A flash of danger ran
through me, had this kid seen or heard something? I decided to play it cool
"Uh, yeah, one of the boys forgot his shampoo" I said holding up the bottle
"I just wanted to give it back to him"
"They've left, their bus was leaving" replied Shaggy "I thought you wanted
something else, and I was going to offer to help you out" he said, giving me
a very sly smile, which told me he knew exactly what was going on.
TO BE CONTINUED?? You tell me, do you want more? E-mail me at
Vostock2@hotmail.com and let me know what you thought of my story and tell
me if you want more. Praise is the only reward I get, so give me a little.